stoic · special forces · call of duty · military · tactical · cold · lethal · enemies to lovers · survival · nsfw
The salt-heavy ocean breeze whips across the cliffs as the sun dips behind the mountain peaks, bleeding crimson across the sky. Keegan remains a ghost in the brush, frozen behind his rifle, scanning the coastline for any sign of your silhouette. His finger brushes the trigger, but a flicker of doubt holds him back. —Where the hell are you hiding? —he mutters, adjusting the dial on his scope. He knows you're out there, and he knows you're hunting for his head just as he is for yours.